DODGE

I was leaving a supermarket this afternoon carrying a plastic bag filled with my purchases, a can of Foster's, an English cucumber, and I don't remember what else,  when I spotted a middle aged black man loading his groceries into the trunk of a brand new car that looked like this.  Is it a Dodge Challenger, the picture of which I spotted earlier in the day on Internet? Coincidence.  He noticed my interest, turned toward me and said "It's called 'No wife and no children'".  Come again? "It's called 'no wife and no kids'". OK, I got it.  "A beauty!" I said.   Indeed. Back to retro look of the pony cars of the 1960s.  

The man then standing right next to me behind this magnificent machine pressed a remote control  in his hand and the car engine started.  "See?" he said.  Just like that.   Next year, self-driving cars.

Oh, and finally the remote wouldn't open the driver door at first.  "That's because I'm standing right next to you," he said, before asking me if I'll be watching a boxing championship match tomorrow  in Las Vegas  between Floyd Mayweather (44-0, 26 KOs) and Canelo Alvarez (42-0-1, 30 KOs).


"Happy Friday the 13th," he said before driving off.